Raiu and Koyuki both grew up in a harsh reality of who people really were. They were trained, educated, and shipped to Japan to work for an underground company. Before this, they thought the rumors of the creatures "Ghouls" were false, but they came to the truth much too quickly. At their job they put their lives on the line with every job. Then one day they meet two people who show them the inside lives of Ghouls, the one they never knew about until now.

This story will be Romance/Humor/Horror. It is Mature rating for sexual themes, horrific scenes, and (a LOT of) language. Please read past the first chapter, before judging. -0

Chapter One.

Silence.

"You don't know how to stop do you?" Koyuki hummed, sipping from her mug of fresh, black coffee.

Raiu glared at her the best she could while keeping her head tilted back and the tissue to her nose. They witnessed a boy bad mouthing some poor girl and Raiu just had to step in. The guy got off worse but she didn't leave unscathed. She suffered a spilt lip and bloody nose. Koyuki didn't like abuse as much as the next person but she didn't play hero like Raiu did every second.

Raiu never knew when to stop, ever. She was the loud and outgoing one. She was never afraid to state her opinion, not even the few times it almost got her killed. Raiu had an immense amount of apathy when it came to emotions. Sure she splayed emotions on the surface right and left, but on the inside, no one really ever knew how she actually felt.

She was quite small for her age at only being 5'3" and slender, she was often mistaken for a child. It didn't help that she was completely and miserably flat. She was fifteen after all, she was a teenager and acted like one. She was rowdy and cruel and preferred to live in the now.

She held an odd job in the 12th ward. She and her sister lived in the 13th ward. They lived near the border to the 4th ward in a nice pent house apartment. With the earnings they both made from said odd job, they lived comfortably in such a spacious place. Her and her sister got along heavenly. They were partners after all. They did their jobs and earned a not-so honest profit. They didn't ask questions, just got paid.

That's how she liked it. She minded her own business until it became her business. She will only bother something if it bothers her. Yes, she may be rowdy and outgoing, but only to those she knows personally. She comes off as cold and stoic to those she doesn't. Koyuki likes to call it her "mask".

Koyuki.

Koyuki was the older of the two. Raiu reminds everyone that it's only by a year. Koyuki was the more level headed one. She was the calm and quiet one. She sat back and watched things unfold before jumping in. She calculated things from afar. She held a stone face almost all the time. She could lash back with enough sarcasm to wound even Raiu and Raiu was the queen of sarcasm.

She kept to herself most of the time. The only time she indulged in emotion was when she worked. When she worked the little emotion she shared was with Raiu. She was taller for her age with being around 5'8" and 16. She was a little curvy for her age but her cold eyes warded off any male who tried to come her way.

She held an odd job in the 12th ward with Raiu since they came to Tokyo a year ago. They were housed in the 13th ward by their "mother" and guardian. Sometimes Koyuki had to hunt down Raiu when she wandered too closely to the 4th ward. They earned a great deal of money, so much in fact that Koyuki paid for false identification cards for the both of them. To the world they were two American girls that moved here, but to those who knew them, they were home.

Koyuki and Raiu were not exactly sisters biologically. They were adopted together by their "mother" and shipped to Japan to work. They didn't even look much alike. Raiu was small and slender with ink colored hair and mint green eyes. She had a slender nose and a diamond shaped face. Koyuki was tall and curvy with white blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. She had a button nose and oval shaped face. Raiu often called her "doll face" because of her appearance. Koyuki would just call Raiu model trash. Raiu had porcelain skin and short, straight, choppy layered hair that touched her shoulders. Koyuki had sun kissed tan skin and long waves for hair that held high lights of white and low lights of brown.

They were currently sitting at a café near their apartment, but also much too close to the 4th ward and what lurks inside it. They lived comfortably with an uncomfortable job. What they didn't realize was that they were being watched. I guess you can say this is where our story begins.

Raiu's eyes still narrowed at her behind the fluff of the white tissue. "I guess not" Koyuki replied to herself, glancing around. The idle chatter of people nearby filled the empty void of their conversation. Koyuki watched the people around her closely yet not obviously. They were at the table farthest to the right, therefor Yuki could see everybody. There were two couples on either side of them. There was a silver haired boy with his back to her. The few moments she saw his face when he looked around, he seemed angry. She eyed him closely. He seemed nervous. He seemed like he'd never been in these parts before. She wondered if he'd just recently moved here. Poor guy, he probably didn't know his way around. Koyuki almost wanted to help him. She might be cold, but she's nice when she wants to be. He seemed around her age. She sipped her coffee as she watched a blonde haired boy sit at the table with him. The blonde looked a bit too eager to be there.

The blonde almost looked like a nuisance to the silver haired boy. She took her eyes off of them and back to Raiu who was trying to sip her coffee and hold a tissue to her nose at the same time. Suddenly, the third seat to their table scratched out, flipped around, and the blonde kid was sitting at their had his arms on the back of the seat with his head resting on them. He had short blonde hair pulled back with a headband. He wore sunglasses and a black hoodie with khaki pants. When he smiled at them, Koyuki noticed the ring in his lip. She already didn't like him.

Raiu was just had shocked at Yuki was. Raiu took the bloody tissue from her nose and examined it. She seemed satisfied with the lack of blood and stuffed it in her pocket. She looked from Koyuki to the boy. She saw Yuki wasn't going to say anything, so she did. "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Who are you?" He shot back, smiling at her. Raiu blinked. "Me? I asked you first." What a little shit. "Don't worry about that. I'll call you imouto," He said pointing at Raiu," and you onee-chan," he said pointing at Koyuki." She was about to tell him where he could shove those names before Yuki spoke up. "I'm not your sister." Yuki said calmly sipping her coffee. Raiu followed and did the same to get the taste of blood out of the back of her throat. He simply just sat there, staring at the two, as if waiting for them to do something. The silence enveloped them as the awkward grew. Koyuki looked past Raiu again and to the silver haired boy. He was now staring at the blonde boy in surprise. This wasn't good.

Time to go. She locked eyes with Raiu and the message was clear. Raiu stood and stretched. "Well, it was nice not chatting, see you never." Koyuki immediately stood and they both walked away. They had paid in advance so they could leave. As soon as their got around the corner, Raiu started spitting crap about him, wondering who the hell he thought he was. They left the boy sitting there smiling. They didn't see him drop his smile to a blank mask and then slowly smirk.

The sun had just gone down. The city didn't calm to the slightest. People walked busily and ignoring the obvious warning signs around them. People were told to stay in groups and never go in the dark. That's where bad things happened. That's where people go to die, or the unlucky wander upon. The people only heard whispers of the demons that lurked in the dark. The "Ghouls" as they were called fed off of humans. No normal person knew what a Ghoul looked like. If you did, you didn't survive the night.

To the outside world, the streets were quiet and sleeping. The air quiet and calm, which if you were inside, safe and sound, but not everybody was. Feet pounded the ground as fast as the man could run. He had seen her! He was told to watch out, but he didn't. A million thoughts raced through his head as he bolted into an ally way. Was she a Ghoul? He didn't see her feed off of the body, but he watched her kill him. He had just gotten done with a business deal with the man! They had left out of the back door and as soon as the door shut, she was there. She slit his throat right in front of her. She tossed his body on the ground as if he were nothing. he was so in shock he couldn't move. He saw a van pull up to the end of the ally and two people get out dressed exactly like her. Then he ran.

He ignored the warning signs that the News channels warned them not to be out so late. How stupid of him. Was this his end, because of his stupidity? His legs burned as he threw things behind him, hopefully making it harder for her to catch him. He didn't realize he was actually attracting the attention of others. He wanted to vomit right then and there. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise as if she were right behind him the whole time. How could she be so calm with so much blood!? All that blood! It was sickening. He felt the bile rise in his throat as his chest burned already from his lungs wanting desperately to give out. He rounded a corner and skid to a stop in front of a wall.

He slammed his fists against it. No! He had to get away! He had to! His senses were heightened due to the adrenaline spike. His hearing so well that he heard the faintest sound of metal again concrete. He whipped around and saw the demon. She was standing with the weight shifted to one leg. A crocked metal pipe was in her right hand, dangling down and scraping the ground next to her. His scream caught in his throat with a lump and all he could manage was a soft, "Please." She giggled and tilted her head to the left. Her shoulders relaxed and arms limp. All he could see of her was her hair, black. Her face was hidden by a full faced gas-mask. Her body covered in grey baggy clothes and a black apron. She looked like a full fledged murderer right out of a movie. The black boots on her feet still had the splatter of blood on it from when his friend's body hit the ground. Her voice did nothing to help. It was low and haunting. It very well was the last thing he heard as she got much too close to him. She was only two feet away when he heard it. With tears streaming down his face and bile on the edge of his throat, tempting to come up, he heard his last words.

"I love it when they beg."

She held the pipe up above her head. He had no time to react before the pipe came down onto his face. It was enough brain damage to knock him out. She didn't stop. She kept going and crushed his wind pipe and cervical spinal cavity along with it.